Nights In Black Lace (10 page)

“Never did this.”

“I don't care.”

As it turned out, he was a natural. He didn't have dancer moves, but he was athletic and any move he made was sexy. He popped the steel button out of the frayed buttonhole and eased the zipper down until he could open his jeans.

Then he pushed the briefs down underneath, taking out his cock, handling himself with rough ease.

“Just look,” he said.

She nodded, staring hungrily at the veined, heavy shaft in his hands.

Bryan began to stroke himself, his eyes on her. But she couldn't meet his gaze. His self-stimulation was fascinating to watch. His strong fingers slid up and down, stopping just under the plum of the head, pumping until a pearly drop appeared in its slit.

“Want that?” he asked huskily.

Odette sat forward. He guided her head and put his cock near her mouth. She liked this game. She wasn't going to suck him greedily, even though she wanted to.

No. Tip to tip. Her tongue darted out and took the drop. Then she closed her mouth.

“Exactly like a cat,” he said in a low voice. “You don't do anything you don't want to do. But you like licking come, don't you?”

Odette nodded.

He pumped another drop for her, and flinched when she took longer about licking it. She got her tongue tip into the slit and cleaned it nicely for him. Bryan gritted his teeth. “Uhh. Yeah. So ladylike. You're driving me crazy.”

Odette sat back again. “Take those jeans off.” She curled her feet under her, and sleeked the sheer gown over her thighs, picking up her drink. Salty man and sweet lime were a delicious combination. She ran her tongue over her lips as he slid the jeans down.

Inch by inch. He reached his hands over his head when the jeans and briefs together were down far enough to release his balls too, and gave her a slow dance, letting her feast her eyes on all of it.

Aroused, he moved with sinuous grace where he was, hobbled by the pushed-down jeans. Then Odette changed her position on the sofa so that she could lift her gown. She wanted to spread her legs and masturbate while he danced for her. He lost that dreamy look fast, staring at her.

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

“Not yet.” She poured him a stiff drink and handed it to him.

“
Merci, madame,
” he said respectfully. He drank it down all at once, and set the glass on the table, his face a little flushed.

She relaxed with her hand between her legs, watching him cup his heavy balls and start a slow pumping action on his cock again. “Wow. Feeling the rush. How about you?”

“Watching you—yes.”

He looked straight into her eyes. “Not much longer. Fuck watching. I want you.”

“Ah, Bryan…”

“Now?”

“Take them all the way off,” she said at last. He did, in less than a second. And then he was over her, sliding his powerful body over the sheer silk of her gown until she slid her fingertip into the ring through his nipple.

That was all it took to control him, strong as he was.

“It hurts,” he growled. “Goddamn it—I like it. Keep your finger in the ring.”

He kissed her fiercely, fisting his hands in her hair, bruising her lips with passionate tenderness. His overstimulated cock thrust and thrust against her belly, slipping and sliding.

He stopped bucking and forced himself to calm down, looking into her eyes the way he had before, pushing her hair back from her temples. Odette could not quite meet his gaze—the troubled, shadowy quality of it unnerved her.

But that only added to her own arousal. She knew the delicate gown had torn. She didn't care. He could rip it to shreds if he wanted to.

Her hand was pressed between his chest and hers. She couldn't pull out of the little ring that bound them. He had asked her for the pain it gave him as if he wanted to make a sacrifice, however small, for her.

“I wish we could go skin on skin,” he said at last. “I know we can't. But I can make it last. I want you to come in my mouth.”

He rose up from her body and she eased her fingertip out of the nipple ring. Again he winced. The pressure of his weight had made her finger swell and she had to pull.

“I am sorry.” Odette patted his chest, not sure of his mood but loving the wildness that he was trying to control.

“Don't be. That went right to my cock.”

So it had. When he stood up, his rod stood nearly upright, longer than before, shiny with more pre-come.

“I should be sorry. I tore your gown.”

“I don't care.” She took it in her hands and ripped it open down the front, baring herself completely. She seized her breasts, offering them to him as she lay on her back, begging him with her body to lie down with her again.

But he kneeled instead, turning her with her strong hands and pushing her thighs apart.

She moaned when his mouth claimed her pussy and his lascivious tongue penetrated her. Bryan licked and lapped, inside and out, touching her clitoris now and then, but not suckling. She clutched her breasts and squeezed them harder than he would have dared.

His hands slid under her buttocks to clasp and squeeze them, raising her hips so she wouldn't have to, lifting her body to his hungry, loving mouth again and again.

His tongue swirled around her clit when he set her down, but his hands stayed where they were.

It was extremely sensual to have her bottom held by such big hands. Her softness filled them but his fingers, stretched to their limit, could and did encompass both cheeks of her ass.

Repeatedly, he pushed her buttocks together, then spread them open. Not to look at her asshole, but to excite her by fondling her bottom with firm strength while he ate her pussy.

Odette was lost in the luscious sensation, willing to be as wanton as he desired. Deep inside, she could feel the erotic tension building to the point of no return.

She grabbed his head, straining against his pleasure-giving mouth, shamelessly crying out for more.

Bryan took her clitoris into his mouth and suckled it with little pulses, bringing her to an orgasm so strong that her body lifted up, up, up, taken to a heaven he opened for her alone, where lovemaking was worship…

When Odette opened her eyes, Bryan was still kneeling beside her. Wiping his mouth.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. That's what I wanted to happen.”

She whimpered her thanks.

“My pleasure. My turn.”

Bryan eased what was left of the sheer gown off her, and picked her up. He carried her down the hallway and to her bed. Along the way, held against his chest, Odette found the nipple ring again and slid her finger into it. He only laughed in a low voice and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She let go of it before he reached the bed and set her down, caressing her and kissing her with abandon.

Odette stroked him wherever she could. “What do you want, my love?” she whispered.

That word. She had said it. Inadvertently. Odette drew in a breath and looked at him. He didn't seem to have heard it. Very well. She still wanted to please him as he had pleased her.

“Those stockings you had on—” He looked around.

“Tie me,” she said. “I want to be tied.”

He nodded. Instinctively he understood that she needed to cede control to him when all was said and done.

“Where are they?”

“In the bottom of the closet. Or the corner.”

Would he tie her ankles or her hands? Or both? Asking would dull the pleasure of giving in to his will. He was naturally gentle despite his considerable strength, he had proved that to her before, during, and after their lovemaking.

She looked at his nakedness as he looked for the stockings. He moved so easily, without a trace of shame or hesitation. Male in every way.

She wanted that huge cock in her pussy, wanted to be completely claimed by him, give herself away…

“Here they are.” He held up the stockings like a trophy.

Odette shot him a wanton look without saying anything. In her bedroom, he was the boss. She rolled over on her belly, stretching out, facing the headboard.

He didn't waste a minute.

His big hands seized her ankles and dragged her legs far apart.

“Up or down? How do you want me?” she said. Odette didn't turn around.

“Ladies' choice.”

She got on all fours and wiggled backward on the bed, presenting her juicy, still swollen labia to him.

“Nice,” he growled. “That hot pussy is going to get pounded.”

“Mmm.” She was waiting for the stockings to be looped around—
whssht
, one ankle was bound to the corner post.
Whssht
—then the other.

She reached out and dragged a pillow toward her. She wanted to hide her face in it, be anonymous, take him deeply and lose herself.

He sat beside her and stroked her back, as if he was gentling a mare he wanted to ride. Odette turned her head, her hair tumbling over her eyes, and looked at him dreamily.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. “I feel like I found you this way. Alone. About to pleasure yourself.”

She pressed her mouth into the pillow to hide her smile. He was a mind-reader.

“I have tied myself this way,” she whispered. “Pretending—pretending that someone would come.”

“Really? But you—”

With her head down and her ass up, she was feeling a renewed rush. From the sex, the drinks, and just being alone with him.

“I used a toy. A big rod. Like yours.”

He dragged in his breath. “Yeah?”

“In the second drawer,” she whispered. “Make me lick it.”

She pushed her hair away from her mouth but not her eyes.

Bryan came back and stroked her back again, resting the dildo on the pillow. “Get it wet,” he said. He put it to her lips.

Odette opened her mouth and let him guide the dildo inside, tonguing it. She wrapped her lips around it and slicked her toy, naughtily aware that it was making him unbelievably hot to watch her. His body was tense, almost trembling.

“Private pleasure, huh? Women have it made—damn.”

She took the dildo out of her mouth, then positioned it just right, holding onto the base as she rose. Her breasts were blush-pink from being squeezed against the bed, and he looked at them avidly.

“But how do you—”

“Practice.” Odette eased down on the thick dildo, capturing it in her labia. Then she slid up and down on it, making her tits bounce.

He gasped, watching, grabbing one of her tied ankles. She strained against her bonds, sitting down hard on the bed so the big dildo nearly disappeared.

Odette arched her back and offered Bryan her nipples. Greedily, he sucked one and tugged the other, making it hard for to keep her balance. He seemed to know that and stopped, breathing hard.

She rose to her knees but the dildo stayed in. Halfway in. Sliding out.

Looking to her for a cue, Bryan took it by the base and pushed it gently into her pussy. Not too far.

Odette sighed with satisfaction.

“Ahh,” he groaned. “Got it. In and out. Yeah.” He pushed and pulled. “Never did this.”

“No? But you are skillful. I have never shown that to a boyfriend. You are the only one”—she looked at his huge erection—“who would not be jealous.”

“How could I be? Jesus H. Christ, you are so fucking hot, Odette.” He eased it out of her. “You're such a lady…and such a slut.”

“From the back now. In my pussy.” She gave a shudder of pleasure and put her face in the pillow. “I can never fuck myself very hard that way. I like to know that you are screwing me with a big dildo and watching. Your eyes—ah, your eyes—” She gave him a last look and put her face in the pillow.

In another moment, he penetrated her again, using gentle but deep thrusts that satisfied her. His passion could be checked by using a dildo on her, but Odette knew that his release would be volcanic from just watching.

The big thick rod, flexible but solid, bobbing inside her pussy—ah, he could feast his eyes on the sight as long as he wanted.

And when he was ready, she would get even more: a real cock, long and hot.

 

Bryan was ready. He was crazy with lust. There was no aspect of her sexuality that didn't rev him to the max. He took her plaything out of her delectable pussy and put it—oh hell, not back in the drawer, he tossed it on the floor—and went looking for a condom. Sheathed, breaking a sweat, he spread her cheeks and took a horny man's good long look at where he wanted to be.

Rammed all the way up inside the beautiful and way too wanton Odette Gaillard.

He'd tied her loosely enough to move her forward and he simply picked her up around the hips and did it, before she could say yes or no.